She was stunned, her mind reeling as she felt herself bending under the weight of his passion.
She wanted to push him away, to smack the arrogance off his face, but her hands remained frozen, clutching his shoulders for support.
A terrifying realization dawned on her: she wasn't fighting him.
Feng Yanshen did not slow down. He deepened the kiss, his tongue invading her mouth to explore every corner with a possessive hunger.
His hands were just as restless.
One hand slid beneath her top, his palms warm and rough as they explored the curve of her back. She felt herself losing all sense of reality, drifting away in the heat of his embrace.
The world outside the two of them ceased to exist until a loud, heavy sound...the breaking of something shattered the silence.
The noise acted like a bucket of cold water.
